flick the lighter inhale turn the music down until all you can hear is the highway the sprinklers and the soft noises of sleepy birds rumbling screaming hot as hell engines soaring through asphalt veins through cities and farmland forest and deserts coastline to polluted coastline the ever changing scenery new smells and new clouds strange flora and pockets of culture the highway can take me there he says, its not as far as you think I say, itll cost more than you think but the little houses tidy and smart and aching for ... something the breath of an orgasm denied every night for years.... the crowded suburban streets children in packs lawn parties and american dreams quiet wars destruction by gossip so very.... eclectic of you, theyd how artisti I could not... I have run screaming into voidspace choking on my own sanity until the seams ripped and realitys stuffing began to leak out I cannot see myself there is it me or the conditioning that makes me crave a home? one without wheels.... am I crazy to be afraid not of the wilds and the open sky but of the boxes, stacked neatly along the ridge the talking boxes and the space between myself and strangers? I am itchy wanting and achy for the asphalt deeply tired of moving but unable to slow flick inhale the smell of a storm brushes by silkily and cool bringing night sounds with it and always the highway each passing car its own little universe each passenger a timespace traveler a miniscule node in the fabric of experience each moment spent at speed is a moment I feel free of all but my holiest purpose each moment I spend stationary is a new lesson in roots I wish I could understand but all I really need to do is accept it
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 05:38:34 +0000
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